It’s wine o’clock

I would tell you that I am freaking exhausted, after being up with a sick Bridget all night. I would say she is feeling better now, that I am sure it was just a 24 hour bug. I would confide in you that every time she gets sick I worry that we are going to be hospitalized. It makes me more cautious, cancelling school and therapy appointments. I would also joke that she must realize I am going away tomorrow night. She tends to get sick right before I have leave.

I would tell you how excited I am about Friday night. When I am meeting 11 of my village members for dinner, a night in a hotel followed by rolling around in the mud on Saturday. That somehow I convinced 10 other women to join me at Mudderella New England on Saturday. I would laugh when you remind me that there is a hurricane scheduled for this weekend. I would tell you we are already planning on getting muddy, what’s a little wind?

I would tell you how thankful I am that I can call a friend at 8am just to say men suck for Christ’s Sake! You would say, of course they do but I have to drop my boy that sucks off at school so let’s chat in an hour.

I would tell you how I was convinced to sign up for a half-marathon. You would remind me that it was on my 2015 bucket list. I ran six miles over the weekend, my thighs are freaking killing me. I didn’t realize when I signed up how long it will actually take to finish. Who the hell wants to run for over two hours, I would ask. You would snort your wine and say obviously someone who wasn’t thinking clearly.

I would tell you I did one whole day of healthy eating. Forsaking M&M’s and any processed food. I had cereal, a protein shake (and it didn’t kill me) and a healthy salad. I would confess that lasted until about 1pm when the lure of M&Ms overpowered my will power. I did try, I would say as we snacked on chips & salsa.

I would tell you that Fall can kiss my flip flops.

I would tell you that I was better at healthy eating than I was at giving up Facebook. I need to take a hiatus but, like Micheal Corleone it keeps pulling me back in.

I would explain that the screaming you heard coming out of my house was over homework. I firmly believe that homework has become teacher’s revenge for having to deal with children all day. We would laugh when I said the only upside of Fall is that the windows will be closed and you will no longer have to hear me screaming JUST FOLLOW THE FREAKING INSTRUCTIONS.

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5 thoughts on “It’s wine o’clock”

Got quite a few chuckles out of this imaginary glass of wine. 🙂
I hope Bridget is completely better before you leave. Your weekend sounds like so much fun!! Enjoy every minute! I have always wanted to do a mud run with the kids. It would cost a pretty penny for all of us, though.
You really weren’t thinking clearly when you signed up for that half-marathon. My husband used to run. He even did an Ironman and an extreme run (100 kilimeters). I just can’t understand why anyone would want to run for longer than a minute.
The temps are really dropping this week. I hate it.
Yay M&Ms! 🙂

I love these posts. I keep saying I’m going to write one, and then I never do. Mud? Hurricane!?! We almost went to the cape this weekend. We’re on Fall Break and I was sooooo tempted. But prudence won out (and my low saving account), and we are here. Considering the weather it was the right choice. Drink on…

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